Redhawk Caldera in a chaise and four to see the place,

Sounds came from the other wolf, and Phox's tail wagged in delight. Sounds were good, right? At least, this sound seemed quite alright. It was soft and pleasant, and Fidget had no reason to be afraid of it (or the wolf who was making the sound). Another sound was made, but considering Phox had no idea what language was, he stared at the wolf expectantly.

When nothing happened, Phox stepped closer and nosed at the side of Aaron's mouth (assuming the much older, larger male allowed him close enough to do so). Whether Aaron knew it or not, this would hopefully kick in the instinct to upchuck some of the food he'd just eaten and spill it directly at Phox's feet. If he was even luckier, it'd go right into the pup's mouth.